tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30779337864081084282014-10-05T15:41:33.566+11:00sanguinaire.i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-62257298123810924722010-08-28T19:57:00.002+10:002010-08-28T20:04:05.457+10:00Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have themI don't really have any nicknames, I think people are too confused by my real name to make up any actual nicknames but there are:<div>Dellbell: the only person who calls me this, and is <i>allowed</i> to call me this, is Moni. I ruv her!</div><div>Dell: stock-standard, for anyone too lazy to add on the last syllable.</div><div>There are also about a million that Tom has for me, including but not limited to, Freckles, Pumpkin, Cupcake and Muffin.</div><div>I'm pretty happy with Della, truthfully.</div><div><br /></div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-2811276341919492022010-08-26T16:23:00.002+10:002010-08-26T16:28:28.594+10:00Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/THYJfmm_lBI/AAAAAAAAALg/m1dW9915zB4/s1600/tumblr_l6qia9y1tr1qd5250o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/THYJfmm_lBI/AAAAAAAAALg/m1dW9915zB4/s400/tumblr_l6qia9y1tr1qd5250o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509601632679072786" /></a><div><br /></div>I've never been very good at goals, and I don't exactly know what I want to do when I leave school, but I sure can dream. At least 70% of my time is spent dreaming and imagining ridiculous situations in which everything goes well for me... never particularly realistic. But it'd be nice to have an actual plan for the future... I'll get back to you on that one.i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-32857734817416550752010-08-24T21:07:00.002+10:002010-08-24T21:34:05.376+10:00Constant, heavy, weight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/THOonsFnCZI/AAAAAAAAALY/LmFuOPh6Mlk/s1600/tumblr_l7ch495p7q1qbt9o4o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/THOonsFnCZI/AAAAAAAAALY/LmFuOPh6Mlk/s400/tumblr_l7ch495p7q1qbt9o4o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508932169007303058" /></a>For the first time in my life, I am constantly surrounded by people. Living in a household with four other people as compared to just my mother and I is a shock to say the least, but for me it is a welcome change as I am no longer in an unhealthy environment for the majority of my time.<div><br /></div><div>The only problem with this is - despite being surrounded by people, I am lonely. Constantly. I feel like an outsider a lot of the time, like an intruder on the family life of these people. I feel accepted and welcome, of course, but nothing really beats the fact that they are a family and I am not a part of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So much is happening in my life, it seems. I know that leaving home was the right decision to make but it's going to take a long time for it to feel like the right decision. For now, I just feel lonely, useless, rejected, and like I'm halfway between two distinct periods of my life. It doesn't help that everyone is expecting me to repair my relationship with my mother, to meet with her and discuss our feelings and work things out so that we can live happily together again. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I know, from 16 years of experience that this cannot happen. I love my mother, I won't deny that, but I can't stand her. She's manipulating, abusive, irrational, and extraordinarily childish. I'm not perfect, but I'm working on that. She's not perfect, but even though she knows it, she's too proud to anything about it. I can't handle being in this environment and it has been proven that it makes me clinically unhappy, yet she will not accept this. It is unfathomable, the amount of anger, sadness and hopelessness that I feel, yet to no avail. I am so close to giving up, which is a bad move now that things show actual hope of getting better. But this means nothing to me in the depths of despair. </div><div><br /></div><div>I need something more to keep me going.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-41876764251744680582010-08-24T19:18:00.002+10:002010-08-24T19:25:15.449+10:00Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and whyTo be honest, I would not like to be anyone else. I often say that I hate my life, and this is because I often do hate my life... But that doesn't mean that I'd want to live anyone else's life. Sure, things aren't great for me lately (or ever, really), I have a lot of problems and I'm incredibly unhappy, but this is the life that I was given and the life that I have no choice about living so I've learnt to accept it and enjoy the happier parts of it.<div>Things like my gorgeous boyfriend, dancing, going to the gym, cuddling/spooning my friends, and just smiling through shit make me happy and these are the things I try to focus on. People who complain about their lives need to understand that they have no choice and should focus on the good that they have instead of the negatives. I even need to remember this more often, nobody's perfect.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-54181137310319279382010-08-20T18:41:00.004+10:002010-08-20T18:45:24.500+10:00Day 16- Another picture of yourself<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TG5AnL6p6FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9SfsjRPfyk0/s1600/DSCF0139small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TG5AnL6p6FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9SfsjRPfyk0/s400/DSCF0139small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507410436278577234" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>Hi :)i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-60031983145911687182010-08-18T18:32:00.004+10:002010-08-19T12:32:20.126+10:00Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGubEPHXe7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QcRTNLu9NnI/s1600/s_y_m_p_h_o_n_y_by_MagicSparkle_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGubEPHXe7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QcRTNLu9NnI/s400/s_y_m_p_h_o_n_y_by_MagicSparkle_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506665466469776306" /></a>1. Flume - Bon Iver<div>2. Special K - Placebo</div><div>3. Sparks - Coldplay</div><div>4. Drumming Song - Florence + the Machine</div><div>5. Complement Each Other Like Colours - PlayRadioPlay</div><div>6. Summer's Song - Chase Coy</div><div>7. The Birds and the Bees - Breathe Carolina</div><div>8. Stevie - Lisa Mitchell</div><div>9. The Only Virtue - House vs. Hurricane</div><div>10. A Foggy Day - Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-76118904532207582082010-08-18T18:30:00.002+10:002010-08-18T18:32:16.515+10:00Day 14- A picture of you and your family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGuacLh0EWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f6cVtfd-YbQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGuacLh0EWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f6cVtfd-YbQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506664778312192354" /></a>This is my brother from another mother, Gus. I love him dearly.i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-64841744774865102282010-08-16T19:12:00.000+10:002010-08-16T19:13:38.892+10:00Love storiesI dwelt alone<br />In a world of moan,<br />And my soul was a stagnant tide,<br />Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-<br />Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.<br /><br />Ah, less–less bright<br />The stars of the night<br />Than the eyes of the radiant girl!<br />That the vapor can make<br />With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,<br />Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl-<br />Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl.<br /><br />Now Doubt–now Pain<br />Come never again,<br />For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,<br />And all day long<br />Shines, bright and strong,<br />Astarte within the sky,<br />While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-<br />While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.<br /><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Eulalie</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">, Edgar Allan Poe</span></span></div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-54352106559940189042010-08-15T18:03:00.003+10:002010-08-15T18:21:09.164+10:00Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGeijREEzNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/O23gZnI4e7U/s1600/tumblr_l2f4gh6bqo1qbhflco1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGeijREEzNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/O23gZnI4e7U/s400/tumblr_l2f4gh6bqo1qbhflco1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505547796243336402" /></a><br />Dear Mum,<div>Don't complain to me, or call me, or even think about fucking anything else up for me. You have no right to blame me for what's happened, its all your own doing and you pushed it past the point of no return. Well done, you lost your daughter, and probably one of the last people left who didn't hate you. Have fun being on your own.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love, Della.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-53719497813199825582010-08-14T23:06:00.002+10:002010-08-14T23:11:19.948+10:00Day 12- Why you made a blog<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGaVLykHnpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6pFICRZKQjc/s1600/tumblr_l57g9qIkJA1qb1xygo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505251624291376786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TGaVLykHnpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6pFICRZKQjc/s400/tumblr_l57g9qIkJA1qb1xygo1_500_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Basically, I made a blog because I was inspired by the marvellousness of Anooke, which can be found here: <a href="http://anooke.blogspot.com/">http://anooke.blogspot.com</a>. The beautiful pictures, beautiful words and the innocence of pure thoughts being expresseed so openly left me amazed and I realised that this was something that I could do, and should do. So I did, and I pretty much owe it to her.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-22197664905078690152010-08-08T20:49:00.003+10:002010-08-08T20:51:40.527+10:00Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TF6L72y1foI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kh4ArLgf8iI/s1600/come+together+july+2010+-+4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502989655130603138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TF6L72y1foI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kh4ArLgf8iI/s400/come+together+july+2010+-+4.jpg" /></a><br /><p> </p><p>Hi, this is us :)</p>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-3073044794156051142010-08-04T15:16:00.002+10:002010-08-04T15:22:38.945+10:00Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, and mad<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TFj4LnvI25I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HhKBHw8nVRQ/s1600/500-days-of-summer_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501419823362005906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TFj4LnvI25I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HhKBHw8nVRQ/s400/500-days-of-summer_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div>When I am happy, I usually listen to happy whimsical things like Angus and Julia Stone or Lisa Mitchell. The same goes for when I'm cooking. When I'm sad, I tend replay the following songs: Valium by Lisa Mitchell, Breather Me by Sia, and Pirouette by Lisa Mitchell.</div><div>If I'm really hyped, or trying to get really hyped, Bring Me the Horizon or any kind of dubstep is what I tend to choose, and if I'm really mad, I won't listen to anything, I'll just sit there and think about how mad I am, and how mad I'm going to be for the next few hours, and how nothing can change how mad I am, not even kittens or Nutella.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-21915588036231197732010-08-01T15:06:00.004+10:002010-08-02T19:21:13.134+10:00Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TFaMYbKy7DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/V3Y4X1udAAE/s1600/4735928764_6488ee19e7_z_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500738346117426226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TFaMYbKy7DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/V3Y4X1udAAE/s400/4735928764_6488ee19e7_z_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div>On Thursday morning, I trekked off to do something I have never done before: language camp. Nothing special, but I am proud of myself because for me, and I'm sure for others, walking into a room full of really smart strangers with your Power Rangers quilt and feeling their eyes scan you and judge you is a very daunting thought. But I did it, and I really am proud of myself. I've never been good at making friends but found myself in a situation where I had to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">acquaint</span> myself with complete strangers, from strange places like Gilgandra. But all in all, it was a pretty amazing experience.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-10114775927326562992010-07-24T19:00:00.003+10:002010-07-24T19:09:12.665+10:00Day 08 - Short term goals for this month and why<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEqr03jYRlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c4w2rd4dJUE/s1600/z208032094_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497395219913000530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEqr03jYRlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/c4w2rd4dJUE/s400/z208032094_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div>1. Focus more properly on my schoolwork, because shit's getting serious now so I need to get serious.</div><div> </div><div>2. Get better at talking to my psychologist. For obvious reasons, I mean, I'm there to talk about myself and at current, I'm not so great at talking about myself.</div><div> </div><div>3. Pay everyone back all the money I owe them, because it's the right thing to do and because I hate the feeling that I'm letting people down.</div><div> </div><div>4. Write in my diary everyday. I get so lazy and if I miss a day, then I get into the habit of missing it. I need to start writing in it everyday and doing it properly.</div><div> </div><div>5. Make sure I have more time to do stuff for myself, like going to the gym, reading, sewing and laying in bed with Tom. Time to do things that make me happy and relaxed, feelings which are rare gems in my life.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-72939215732389631822010-07-24T13:19:00.003+10:002010-07-24T13:35:23.214+10:00Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has had the biggest impact on you<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEpc0fg4gBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/viq2qe8dQX4/s1600/DSCF0082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497308352041484306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEpc0fg4gBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/viq2qe8dQX4/s400/DSCF0082.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I think it's safe to say that Thomas Abberton has definitely had the biggest impact on my life. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be alive, pretty much. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known what it's like to feel true love, to be happy with yourself, to wake up in the morning with a smile on your face, and most of all, just to be happy and carefree because everything doesn't really matter as much as you thought it did. I am so incredibly lucky to have him in my life and I am eternally grateful that we met. Because basically, he is amazing.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-40900502206785887382010-07-19T19:07:00.000+10:002010-07-19T19:10:26.771+10:00Day 06 - Your favourite superhero and why<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEQV7yFEn5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hk2YUvdfPlI/s1600/hwc1u1_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495541562098360210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEQV7yFEn5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Hk2YUvdfPlI/s400/hwc1u1_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div>The Power Rangers were always a favourite for me. They remind me of days when I would sit on my uncles' beds and watch japanese cartoons with them, asking them constantly to tell me what was going on. The red Power Ranger has the same name as my mother, and I have a Power Rangers quilt cover, so I'm pretty sure that makes me their number one fan.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-70324170977815038172010-07-17T20:10:00.002+10:002010-07-17T20:29:50.391+10:00In zee old days...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEGC7JEvNEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U8OoavLMQ9g/s1600/4413780971_08d0c119ab_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494816972928398402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEGC7JEvNEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U8OoavLMQ9g/s400/4413780971_08d0c119ab_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div>When I was a little munchkin, my one wish was to fly. For years I hoarded bird feathers that I found and collected them in a cereal box. My mum promised me that she would help me sew them all together into a flying suit when I had acquired enough, and I would often carry the box with me wherever I travelled in order to collect as many as possible. From the age of about 4 till I was 7, I faithfully stored feathers in my box, but never <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">seemed</span> to be able to gather enough, until one day I stopped believing and threw all my feathers away. It saddens me that I gave up on my dream so easily and I wish I had at least kept my collection, but perhaps I will start another one. I plan to get a tattoo of a feather on my foot however, as it is a symbol that seems to reoccur regularly in my life. I suppose I just yearn to be in the air. Free.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-12811745358036462712010-07-17T19:16:00.002+10:002010-07-17T19:20:37.101+10:00Day 05 - A picture of somewhere you've been to<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEF1VMB9U7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/s3KlR07oU_c/s1600/adelaide+april+2010+-+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494802027235857330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEF1VMB9U7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/s3KlR07oU_c/s400/adelaide+april+2010+-+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This is the beautiful water at Semaphore beach in South Australia. I love this place like a second home, and I have some of the most wonderful and painful memories there. If I don't go to Semaphore at least once a year things get messy. It also happens to house two of my most favourite people in the world, my aunt Grace and Grandpapabear Foofy. I love them.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-21266796040995454172010-07-14T19:49:00.001+10:002010-07-17T19:16:14.986+10:00Day 04 - A habit that you wish you didn't have<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEF0zUySMOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CAwELH9Ipcw/s1600/tumblr_kzkuxa1Z4K1qa9zk1o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494801445470482658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TEF0zUySMOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CAwELH9Ipcw/s400/tumblr_kzkuxa1Z4K1qa9zk1o1_500_large.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Now, really. Let's not be negative.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-56505480776755143712010-07-14T19:48:00.002+10:002010-07-14T19:49:31.823+10:00Day 03 - A picture of you and your friends<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TD2IFVDdBmI/AAAAAAAAAII/oCm22flXbQo/s1600/party+july+2020+-+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493696745594226274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TD2IFVDdBmI/AAAAAAAAAII/oCm22flXbQo/s400/party+july+2020+-+1.jpg" /></a> So uhm, yeah, that's us.i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-60616849213169979852010-07-12T17:09:00.007+10:002010-07-12T17:28:29.036+10:00Day 02 - The meaning behind your blog's name<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TDrAOM3xrlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vXrGFe3Qoc0/s1600/tumblr_l2c276gRPv1qbh0oco1_500_large.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492914045737610834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TDrAOM3xrlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vXrGFe3Qoc0/s400/tumblr_l2c276gRPv1qbh0oco1_500_large.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> OK, history lesson.
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<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Humourism</span> was a theory of human philosophy adopted by Greek and Roman <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">philosophers</span> &amp; physicians, and stayed the most common view of the human body in Europe until some guys started actually cutting up dead people in the 19<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> century, and realised what was really going on.</span>
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<br />There were four humours, <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">melancolia</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">phlegma</span>, cholera and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">sanguis</span>, </em>also known as black bile, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">phlegm</span>, yellow bile and blood, &amp; these dictated what kind of a person you would be. The idea was that everyone had them inside, and when they were perfectly balanced, then you were healthy.
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<br />So. In the fine words of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">wikipedia</span>:
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<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"The Sanguine temperament personality is fairly extroverted. People of a sanguine temperament tend to enjoy social gatherings and making new friends. They tend to be creative and often daydream. However, some alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean very sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when pursuing a new hobby, interest is lost quickly when it ceases to be engaging or fun. They are very much people persons. They are talkative and not shy."
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<br />The moral of the story: that's me in a paragraph. So therefore, that's me in a blog name.</span>
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<br />i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-77872370069346175302010-07-12T12:52:00.003+10:002010-07-12T16:50:23.057+10:00Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TDqEBiRHm5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Oj1-K3wjZ6o/s1600/come+together+july+2010+-+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492847857445084050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TDqEBiRHm5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Oj1-K3wjZ6o/s400/come+together+july+2010+-+1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>1. I have two middle names.</div><div>2. The fingernails on my right hand grow faster than the ones on my left hand...</div><div>3. ... And two of my toenails don't grow at all.</div><div>4. I have a phobia of belly buttons.</div><div>5. I automatically cry when tickled under the arms, I can't help it.</div><div>6. I've only ever had one serious boyfriend.</div><div>7. I'm a hoarder and a compulsive collector.</div><div>8. My handwriting changes so much, I can't even remember what my real writing looks like.</div><div>9. I can still stand on one leg and say the alphabet backwards even when I'm completely trashed.</div><div>10. I'm always wanting something, what I have is never enough.</div><div>11. I wish at every opportunnity I get.</div><div>12. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.</div><div>13. I'm glad I didn't have a perfect family.</div><div>14. I care about first impressions.</div><div>15, I'm addicted to writing lists.</div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-29273046917488733462010-07-12T11:19:00.001+10:002010-07-12T11:21:53.919+10:00Ch-ch-ch-challenge<span style="font-family:georgia;">Another one, lets see if I can finish it this time! </span><br /><br />Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself<br />Day 02- The meaning behind your blog's name<br />Day 03- A picture of you and your friends<br />Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have<br />Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to<br />Day 06- Favorite super hero and why<br />Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you<br />Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why<br />Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days<br />Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad<br />Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends<br />Day 12- Why you made a blog<br />Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently<br />Day 14- A picture of you and your family<br />Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play<br />Day 16- Another picture of yourself<br />Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why<br />Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have<br />Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them<br />Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future<br />Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy<br />Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else<br />Day 23- Something you crave for a lot<br />Day 24- A letter to your parents<br />Day 25- What I would find in your bag<br />Day 26- What you think about your friends<br />Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge<br />Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?<br />Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned<br />Day 30- Who are you?i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-32068271425422539972010-07-08T17:07:00.002+10:002010-07-08T17:17:30.706+10:00Sisters who aren't really sisters<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TDV58gs-t7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ygT5oo5EQDY/s1600/tumblr_kxmrysfZFQ1qadmd0o1_1280.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491429401125894066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_X2OxIzej0/TDV58gs-t7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ygT5oo5EQDY/s400/tumblr_kxmrysfZFQ1qadmd0o1_1280.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Are really wonderful things. I'm especially lucky, because I own two of these marvellous creatures. They also happen to be unbearably talented, gorgeous and long-legged. Three things I aspire to be. Benedict takes amazing photos, usually of less-than-amazing things, but somehow transforms them into objects of beauty. I think it helps that she also has a lot of beautiful friends... Whatever it is, she's incredibly skilled and amazing, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">something</span> you should be looking at. </div><div><a href="http://www.praktica.tumblr.com/">http://www.praktica.tumblr.com/</a></div><div></div>i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3077933786408108428.post-2502861681009865772010-07-07T21:34:00.002+10:002010-07-07T21:47:02.936+10:00Day 25 - Your day in great detailToday, I told myself I would get up and out of bed at 9:30. This was not true, I only found myself in the shower at 10:20. I made feeble attempts at looking presentable and drove with mum to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Katoomba</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Centrelink</span> office - I am now the proud owner of a fortnightly Youth Allowance payment.<br />After this we went to the op shop where I found the most wonderful bike ever put into existence, $10. I immediately bought it, however as mum had already done one nice thing for me today she proceeded to scream at me in the street about how ridiculous it was and how she wasn't going to let me have it because I was probably going to hurt myself and then she'd have to take care of me... How awful for her. So I was forced to take the bike back, and I didn't even try to ask for my money back (who asks for money back from a charity?).<br />On a lighter note, I was invited to a party on Saturday night by my brother, which will be tremendously fun. I deserve at least one party these holidays, I mean, it's holidays!<br />We got home at about 2 and I immediately commenced making a coconut cake that Mitch had given me the recipe for. It was so strange. When it came out of the oven it looked like a souffle and smelled absolutely divine, but upon closer inspection it appeared that all the egg had sunk to the bottom and formed some kind of coconut flavoured <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">omelette</span>... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">hmmm</span>.<br />After that, I pretty much just chilled for the rest of the night (aka <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebooked</span> for several hours), and now here I am.<br /><br />Sorry, my days are quite interminably boring.i am:http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664067232006553035noreply@blogger.com0